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breakingmyheart) wrote2013-07-15 11:53 pm
breakingmyheart) wrote2013-07-15 11:53 pm
2.20 - Voice + Spam
[Spam for Edward Nygma]
[There's always a moment, a blurry few seconds between the end of a breach and the recollection of all that came before - time her mind spends reconciling the person she was during the flood and the person it knows her to truly be. The previous few days remain in as sharp relief as any other three days of her life - the rest rapidly begins to fade.
This time she was asleep when the ship righted itself, which adds an extra layer of confusion to the proceedings. She'd been in her apartment in Aeris Navem, she remembers inviting her lover and his archfoe with neither being aware that she'd have another visitor, she remembers a glass of wine and a little opium - not enough to blunt her memory or anyone's judgement, as such - and a conversation that concluded with her and Megamind and Edward.
As in. With Megamind and Edward.
Which means she's probably the last Torchwood agent to cross 'inadvisable threesome' off their sexual misadventures list.
She feels her cheeks burning and then it becomes evident that her face isn't the only source of heat in the room. (Her room, thank God for small mercies, with her clothes scattered across the floor in combination with a green suit.) She shifts very slightly, and two things become evident: firstly, she's naked. Secondly, hers is not the only naked body on her (thankfully, unfolded and hence more spacious than usual) sofabed.
Green suit. She already knows who it is but she rolls onto her side anyway and sees Edward, very close and apparently still asleep.
The blanket isn't really big enough for two people. Stealing it feels unkind and relinquishing it simply isn't happening. She clears her throat very quietly.]
Edward? Edward. Wake up.
[Stripped of the equipment and most of the space, her cabin is little more than a white-tiled cell and the sofabed is really the only furniture in there but someone else finding out how pathetically she lives is the last thing on her mind right now.]
[Public - Voice - Shortly after this thread]
[Tosh is not having a brilliant post-breach hangover. She sounds like she's either just finished crying or is trying very hard not to start.]
Megamind's dead. It - it looks like he was strangled, he has…he has claw marks, on his neck. There's - it smells like seawater, around where he was left and leading away.
I'm taking him to the Infirmary.
[She doesn't add 'can somebody please deal with the fact that there's possibly a new Inmate wandering around murdering people', firstly because she hopes it'll be taken as read and secondly because she doesn't think she can say it without losing it. The feed cuts off.]
[Spam for Megamind and also Bruce Banner a little]
[He's lighter than she is, and Tosh is barely stronger than average for her size but her mind feels so shot it doesn't even occur to her to ask for a stretcher or wait for one. Instead she carries him to the Infirmary, his body cradled against hers, the De-Gun settled in his lap.
Once she's got him in and settled in one of the empty beds she's got a little business of her own to attend to, but once that's done she's back at Megamind's bedside and waiting for him to come around.]
[There's always a moment, a blurry few seconds between the end of a breach and the recollection of all that came before - time her mind spends reconciling the person she was during the flood and the person it knows her to truly be. The previous few days remain in as sharp relief as any other three days of her life - the rest rapidly begins to fade.
This time she was asleep when the ship righted itself, which adds an extra layer of confusion to the proceedings. She'd been in her apartment in Aeris Navem, she remembers inviting her lover and his archfoe with neither being aware that she'd have another visitor, she remembers a glass of wine and a little opium - not enough to blunt her memory or anyone's judgement, as such - and a conversation that concluded with her and Megamind and Edward.
As in. With Megamind and Edward.
Which means she's probably the last Torchwood agent to cross 'inadvisable threesome' off their sexual misadventures list.
She feels her cheeks burning and then it becomes evident that her face isn't the only source of heat in the room. (Her room, thank God for small mercies, with her clothes scattered across the floor in combination with a green suit.) She shifts very slightly, and two things become evident: firstly, she's naked. Secondly, hers is not the only naked body on her (thankfully, unfolded and hence more spacious than usual) sofabed.
Green suit. She already knows who it is but she rolls onto her side anyway and sees Edward, very close and apparently still asleep.
The blanket isn't really big enough for two people. Stealing it feels unkind and relinquishing it simply isn't happening. She clears her throat very quietly.]
Edward? Edward. Wake up.
[Stripped of the equipment and most of the space, her cabin is little more than a white-tiled cell and the sofabed is really the only furniture in there but someone else finding out how pathetically she lives is the last thing on her mind right now.]
[Public - Voice - Shortly after this thread]
[Tosh is not having a brilliant post-breach hangover. She sounds like she's either just finished crying or is trying very hard not to start.]
Megamind's dead. It - it looks like he was strangled, he has…he has claw marks, on his neck. There's - it smells like seawater, around where he was left and leading away.
I'm taking him to the Infirmary.
[She doesn't add 'can somebody please deal with the fact that there's possibly a new Inmate wandering around murdering people', firstly because she hopes it'll be taken as read and secondly because she doesn't think she can say it without losing it. The feed cuts off.]
[Spam for Megamind and also Bruce Banner a little]
[He's lighter than she is, and Tosh is barely stronger than average for her size but her mind feels so shot it doesn't even occur to her to ask for a stretcher or wait for one. Instead she carries him to the Infirmary, his body cradled against hers, the De-Gun settled in his lap.
Once she's got him in and settled in one of the empty beds she's got a little business of her own to attend to, but once that's done she's back at Megamind's bedside and waiting for him to come around.]
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Fuck, what sort of fucking bullshit is this.
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[Yeah the part of her that knows better than to get into arguments with teenage boys when emotions are running high on both sides is...not working.]
You're angry at him for getting killed? What the fuck is wrong with you?
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[Oops someone's feeling defensive.]
Sorry. I just - sorry.
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It might be a few hours. I'm just waiting for Edward to get here, I don't - want to leave him on his own.
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Fucking christ, what the fuck even happened?
Private
I don't know. I just found him. It looked like he'd been strangled with - with tentacles, and his neck was bleeding. Claw marks.
Private
What the fuck, what attacked him?
Private
I don't know. It could be a new Inmate.
Private
Can't the Admiral speed up death tolls for wardens?
Private
[But even if she thought the Admiral would listen to requests for Warden revival in general, which she doesn't, she did take over the Barge and fuck it up that one time and she doesn't want to risk the Admiral delaying Megamind's revival just to be a dick to her.]
Private
You want something? I'll bring something from the kitchen when I come over.
Private
Private
Private
[She figures that if Edward's coming it won't take him more than a few minutes to show up, and then she'll make herself scarce. She can't imagine Megamind wanting her around when he comes to.]
Private
Private
Alright. Okay.
Re: Private
See you in a few hours.